We saw many people, we watched them
We saw people singing before every meal, we opened our mouth and uttered some similar sounds
In the evening we saw how people offered flowers to a statue with a long beard, while singing
We watched with big eyes, opened our mouths and again uttered some sounds
There was something with this place, but we didn`t know
We didn`t know what
The following morning. The sunrise. The Ganga. I still didn`t know, but felt something
Something right and strong
we decided we would leave
we couldn`t pray, we didn`t want to belong to a sect
we didn`t know
Then we heard we are free to do and don`t what we want
We decided to stay
We watched with bigger eyes, bigger ears, bigger hearts
We cleaned the meditation hall, without expecting a reward
We opened our hearts, slowly
We opened our mouths a bit more and sang the right words
We still saw many people but were among them now
A party. Two birthdays. The smell of flowers everywhere.
Singing, offering. I couldn`t help but felt part of a family.
Love everywhere, like the smell of the flowers.
Impossible to use another word than love.
A man, physically gone out of this world, is holding this place together.
A man who is living through his beloved ones
Who is thought of every second of the day
A man who has become love and flowersmell
A Babaji
A woman who`s life can be called devotion
A woman who speaks untinterrupted with closed eyes for more than two hours about her passion. Yoga.
A woman who every day gives little pieces of herself to anyone that enters her life.
A woman who still has enough pieces for many more years to come
A woman who inspires you to give away your own little pieces
A woman who`s eyes laugh like a child
A woman who`s body sometimes falls asleep during meditation, but who`s mind never does
A woman who`s eyes see everything. Even when closed.
A woman who`s actions can be called love.
A Mataji.
A place that can be called the right one
At the right time for most of it`s guests
Coming from over the world
Coming and going and mostly comng back
Like children always returning to their favourite toy
A river that unites
Daily and holy life
A river that vibrates through the country
nourishing, inspiring, healing anyone she touches
A Ganga
Non-attachment to this place is difficult
But a lesson
A good one
could be gone tomorrow
But now it is here
and that`s all there is
We`re going now
We know now
Something made us come.
Something made us stay
Something makes me come back
Like a child to her favourite toy
That something could be called God
Thank God
With all my respect and gratitude
Haridwar, 3th of march
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